The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 37
Veila tried to close her eyes tightly, wanting to fall asleep immediately and dive into the dark dream world. However, no matter how hard he tried, his eyes never closed perfectly. He could not sleep even though the night was getting late. And tomorrow, he'll have to get up in the morning blind because the plane carrying him to Manhattan is leaving at eight in the morning.
Like the habits that Veila had memorized outside her head, when the door of her room opened slowly, Wilson's figure appeared behind the wooden door, making Veila stiffen and immediately sat on the bed. The woman pulled the blanket continuously until it stopped when it was limited to the neck. His eyes shook, he was afraid that if Wilson still held a speck of emotion over the events of the afternoon.
"What do you want?" veila asked, pulling her body to the side of the bed. Even one of his legs had dangled down and touched the cold ceramic.
Can Wilson catch a fear that emanates clearly on Veila's face. A second later he immediately dropped his body on the bed, closed his eyes with his right hand, then answered casually. "Of course sleep, you blind man." He screeched without opening his eyes, making Veila sigh violently at the hurtful words Wilson had uttered.
Wilson put away the arm that covered his gaze, looked to the right side, and found Veila who was about to get out of the bed while carrying a blanket in her arms. Wilson quickly pulled Veila's arm, causing her to fall and lie back on the bed easily. It didn't take long, Wilson began to position his body right above Veila's body with his left hand resting on his own. Saliva Veila was swallowed violently, and Wilson was able to catch the movement of the woman's throat.
Their pretty eyes met each other's eyes. One or both of them began to feel a thump in the chest, just because of the interlocking gazes. Wilson Alexander Hovers, the man has already started his game, promised never to stop if not lost. Though he can do something like this in front of Maureen, want to make his beloved wife jealous instead of playing and return to him. But ... somehow, tonight Wilson wants the romance he and Veila created.
With a blue left eye like this, Veila still looks beautiful. Oh, when was the last time he praised Veila's beauty? Ah, when you see this woman wearing a super tight wedding dress?
"Where are you going? Get off the bed at will" asked Wilson, his voice tickling Veila's hearing.
"T-sleeping on the floor," he replied, leaving Wilson speechless and then his eyes blinked a few times.
Not much did he open his mouth again. "Why sleep on the floor if there's a mattress here? Ah, because? If Leo's next to you, maybe you won't run." The man laughed insinuatingly at Veila in his sentence.
Can't accept if said like that, Veila also said as much as possible. "You or Leo I'll sleep on the floor!"
Wilson even smiled slightly after hearing Veila's words then immediately locked the sight of the two of them again. Long enough they were silent until finally Veila felt uneasy because of being stared at continuously by the figure of the man who was oppressing her now.
"Why look at me constantly?" Insulting, Wilson praised Veila's confidence level. The strife that Veila threw successfully made Wilson open his voice. "Your eyes are still sick?"
"Then how's it going under you?"
"S-a little pain."
"You want to treat? Give me a pleasure for you."
"No, thank you!"
Veila turned her face to the right, unwilling to look at Wilson who seemed to have multiple personalities. Just yesterday he hurt Veila, and now he casually throws out a disgusting perverted temptation.
Seeing that, Wilson began to bring his face closer to the lips that had stopped in front of the ears. "If you stay away from Leo, then I'll be a good man to you" he whispered. The words whose message was almost similar to the words of Leo this afternoon and at the same time made his head back toward Wilson.
It's not right to look around because it makes their noses meet. Wilson's gaze moved down, observing Veila's slightly open red lips, as if asking to be fully lubricated. The woman no longer had the fever she had this morning, so quickly she recovered.
Nervous and frightened, Veila immediately raised her right hand to push Wilson's chest. However, again the stiff movement Veila successfully caught and quickly grabbed the hand along with his lips that came to greet. Wilson kissed Veila gently, not knowing what feelings he was pouring in the kiss tonight, which is definitely not******demanding and lustful there. Slowly, Wilson began to take off the grip of his hand on Veila's wrist, not the intention of taking off, just wanting to start to hook their fingers.
A few seconds later, Wilson ended their kiss, leaving a slight distance to the two lips. Their breaths were both breathless, their hearts were racing fast just because they had a kiss that was not too hot. At first glance, Wilson showed off his faint smile.
"Ah, what a pity that I've hurt your bottom. Next time, if it's getting better, let's get laid. I will do it gently the second time. You should get pregnant soon, Veila."
I hope my son will be born on time, and safe when Maureen returns to me. And then I'll throw you out, fix you with my money. I hope you can help me get Maureen back.